life as a science major

Major Setback: These Harvard Researchers Successfully Cloned A Wooly Mammoth, But The Janitor Ate It After They Went Home For The Night

Well, this is definitely a major scientific setback.

Just a few short decades ago, cloning a wooly mammoth would have seemed like a scientific impossibility. But after years of research and groundbreaking advances in the field of genetics, scientists at Harvard finally achieved their goal of reproducing the long-extinct Ice Age mammal. Unfortunately, their success was short-lived, because just a few hours after they left for the night, the janitor came into the lab and ate the whole thing.

Oof. It’s definitely going to take years of work to undo the damage this hungry janitor caused.

The elite team of scientists, who devoted the majority of their careers to the singular cause of bringing this extinct mammal back to life, returned to the lab in the morning to find only a small pile of bones where their pioneering breakthrough had once stood. After reviewing security footage, they discovered that the janitor had eaten the wooly mammoth while making his routine rounds the night before, perhaps under the assumption that it had been up for grabs.

Simply devastating. While no scientific endeavor is without its errors, this unfortunate mistake will set the lab’s progress back by years, if not decades.

“Between the hours of 10 p.m. and 2 a.m., a member of the Harvard maintenance staff entered the secure holding facility where the newly cloned mammoth was stored as part of his normal rounds and consumed the specimen in its entirety,” said head researcher Julie Jacobs. “While his actions are regrettable, we are taking every effort to ensure that no disaster of this magnitude ever again transpires and will be implementing a strict policy of fully labeling any future mammoths with clear ‘Do Not Eat’ signs going forward.”

“He also sucked the marrow out of all the bones, so we’re really back to square one to create a new specimen,” Jacobs added.

While the scientists appear to be keeping a positive outlook surrounding the serious setback, they still have their work cut out for them before there’s any hope of bringing a second mammoth back to life. Among their list includes applying for new grants, recruiting new researchers to their project, and sequencing genomes that will make future mammoths look decidedly less tasty.

Our hearts go out to you, Harvard scientists! While cloning a mammoth has been no walk in the park, we’re definitely looking forward to seeing one of those Ice Age beasts brought back to life at some point.

anonymous asked:

Could you tell me what I can do with degrees in criminology (or criminalistics, for that matter) and psychology? I would really like to do something along the lines of a behavioral analysis, but on top of not knowing what school I could do both of these at I'm not sure how realistic this is. I'd love to know what I could realistically do with these degrees. Thank you for your time :)

Behavior analysis is totally do-able with either major. Here are some more career options for you…

Criminology/ Criminalistics:

Clinical Psychologists

Correctional Officers

Government Lawyers

Mental Health and Substance Abuse Social Workers

Probation Officers and Correctional Treatment Specialists

Research Psychologists

Clinical Laboratory Technologists


Forensic Scientists

Check out this PDF as well as the criminal justice section on this PDF.


Clinical Psychologists

Industrial Psychologists

Marriage and Family Therapists

Mental Health and Substance Abuse Social Workers

Research Psychologists

School Psychologists

Check out this PDF

I've personally never gotten an essay prompt I had no idea how to answer but I have a problem where a question is so broad

That I’m overwhelmed by all the millions of answers to the damn question.

Like which one do I develop, where’s the balance to which ones I develop, also how the fuck can I be original on an essay they’ve been given to literally everyone in the history of mankind on the history and role of violence?

I mean for fucks sake.

Violence is in literally every human interaction ever committed.

Human beings are composed of violence.

How narrow do I get, how broad, life is simultaneously everything and nothing.

This is like.

YOU science majors can mock humanities majors all you like but this shit is possibly the vaguest most looping bullshit ever.

You can start anywhere and end anywhere.

All of human existence is quantified and commodified into nothing and everything in every possible direction.

It’s honestly a less fun way of being high off your ass cuz nothing makes sense anymore and lines are blurring between reality and hallucination.

It’s like being in a sensory deprivation tank and being high on opium.

I hate…hate this existential bullshit can I please get to the anthropology and sociology that analyzes why furries exist?

Why do I gotta write about why furries as social actors exist as an outside fringe counterculture designed to challenge and reconstruct sexual norms?

Goddamnit that’s my essay voice, guys, how you like that shit?

Puppies & Kittens Don’t Compare

Originally posted by imaybeobsessed94

For @hotchnerfuckmeup who requested #71 “I want a pet” from this list of prompts

A/N: this one was lots of fun and my whole goal was to make this as cute as possible. I had a lot of liberties with this one due to the lack of detail, so again I put the reader and Spencer in an established relationship. This was a much needed enjoyable fic to write, and I hope it’s a fluffy pick me up for anyone who needs it.

Warnings: none what so ever

Rating: G

Word Count: 1.5k 

You sighed contently and snuggled further into the couch, pressing yourself more securely against your boyfriend who’s lap you were currently laying in. You’d met Spencer one afternoon in the bookstore where you worked, and it was undoubtedly the best day of your life. 

**Flash Back**

Your eyes continued scanning the pages of your beat up copy of Pride & Prejudice when you heard the bell above the door chime, signalling a new customer had come in. “Welcome to Classy Classics,” you said, glancing over the top of your novel to see the tall man, with shaggy brown hair and beautiful brown eyes who’d become a regular. He sent a small smile in your direction before walking off in the direction of the science section. He’d usually come in three or four times a month, and he never bought from the same section twice. One time he’d grab a book on Quantum Physics and the next he’d buy a book on Philosophy. You didn’t know much about him considering he’d been coming into the shop for about two months now, other than the fact that he seemed to be shy. A few minutes later, the man approached with a book on biology. You smiled at him and placed your book down on top of your biology homework you had intended to do. “I see we both take an interest in bio,” you said, ringing up the charge. He seemed briefly startled by your statement, before sliding his eyes over to your homework.

“So it would seem,” he replied fishing his wallet out of his messenger bag, “but you appear to have taken a greater interest in something else.” 

“What can I say?” you chuckled, running your fingers over your the well-worn cover, “I find Mr. Darcy to be much more intriguing than the study of natural selection and genetics, but that might have something to do with being an English major.”

“You might be right,” he said, handing you his card to pay the $16.00 charge.” 

“So, what about you stranger?” you asked, giving the card back, “What’s your excuse for dabbling in the science of life? Biology major?” 

“Oh, I’m not a student. This is more fun light reading.”

“This,” you said, incredulously holding up the book, “this is light reading?”

“Yes,” he replied sheepishly scratching the back of his head, “Sometimes I forget that not everyone finds any kind of information as interest as I do.”

“Well to be honest I would give anything to find this interesting enough to focus for an adequate amount of time to figure it out, but I guess that’s what I get for putting off my sciences until last semester of my senior year,” you muttered, leafing through the packet with your fingers silently dreading having to start on it again.

“I could maybe help, I mean if you’d want that but if you don’t I completely get- I’m rambling aren’t I? Well, what I’m trying to say is-”

“If you had the time and would be willing to, I would be so grateful for the help,” you replied, trying not to giggle at his flustered state. “I’m (Y/N),” you said, extending your hand.

“Spencer Reid, and I don’t really-”

“That’s ok, not everyone does. So, you think you can explain the laws of thermodynamics to me?”

“Yes, ok. I can do that. May I?” he asked gesturing to the packet. You smiled as you handed it to him. The two of you spent the next twenty minutes going over the packet and it’s various equations and theories, and you’d never been more grateful for slow days in the shop.

“Well, I can certainly say that the next class won’t be as confusing. Thank you so much,” you gushed, rocking back on your heels. 

“It was no problem, kind of fun actually. I’d be more than happy to help you again when I’m in town,” he replied. 

“Oh, are you not from around here?”

“No, it’s just that I travel a lot for work. I work for the FBI, behavioral analysis unit.”

“Ah, so you travel around the nation fighting crime?”

“Eh, all in a day’s work, but in all seriousness I would be more than happy to help you again. All you’d have to do is you know, call,” he muttered looking over your head. 

“Spencer Reid, is this your subtle way of asking for my number?” you asked smirking at him.

“Um, maybe. Honestly, I’ve been trying to figure out how to start a conversation with you for about a month,” he mumbled, truthfully. You knew you had the biggest grin plastered across your face, but you couldn’t care less. You flipped over his receipt that had been sitting untouched on the printer for the past twenty minutes and scribbled your phone number on the back. “Call me,” you muttered, slipping the receipt in his hand. Spencer chuckled and tucked his hair behind his ear. 

“Will do, (Y/N).”

**Back to the present**

To say that the two of you hit it off would be a mass piece of understatement. Seeing him when he came by the shop turned into see him once or twice every two weeks, which turned into seeing him every time he was home from a case. He’d asked you to move in after six months and you obviously had said yes. Now, a year and a half since that fateful day, you were still living together and had never been happier. You looked up at him from your position in his lap and smiled. Whenever he got involved in what he has reading, he looked so adorable it was hard not to stare. “Hey Spence?” you asked poking his cheek to get his attention away from the book that was currently resting on your stomach. 

“Hm?” he hummed.

I want a pet.

“You want a what?” he asked, sliding his eyes over to yours. 

“I want a pet, you know to have someone to come home to when you’re gone,” you replied, folding your arms behind your head and leaning against the arm of a chair. Spencer’s face fell slightly as he closed the book. He knew from watching others that maintaining a long term relationship while working in BAU was extremely difficult. It on relishing in the time he got to spend home with you and communication. Saying you wanted a pet to come home to meant that you were lonely. So if it was a pet you wanted, a pet you would have. 

“Alright, sounds like a good idea,” he said, leaning down and kissing your forehead. 


“Of course, I want you to be happy and if a pet will make you happy, then I’m on board. Plus did you know that pets can help reduce levels of stress?” you giggled at his ramblings and pulled him down for a kiss. 

**Two Weeks Later**

Two days after the conversation about pets, the BAU had been called out on a mass murder case in California. You’d since been to three animal shelters and had finally found the perfect pet to bring home. You’d texted Spencer to tell him you’d picked someone out, but told him he’d have to come home to find out what it was. Needless to sat the anticipation was eating him alive. Presently he was fiddling with his keys to get the apartment door open. What he found on the other side of the door was possibly the most adorable thing he’d ever seen. You were curled up asleep on the couch with a golden retriever snoozing on top of you. The dog wasn’t full sized so he knew it couldn’t be very old. The sound of the door closing caused you to stir. “You’re home!” you said happily shifting, which woke the puppy. “Meet Gyspy,” you said, and she barked happily running over to greet Spencer. He laughed and reached down to pet her head. “She’s a three-year-old rescue from that place out of two. Like her?”

“She’s perfect and quite adorable,” he replied, scratching under her chin. 

“More adorable than me?” you teased. Spencer stood up and wrapped his arms around you. 

“There is no puppy or kitten that I would find more adorable and beautiful than you,” he replied honestly and kissed you. You smiled against his lips, wondering how in the world you’d gotten so lucky as to have the perfect boyfriend.

college boyfriend!hyungwon

Originally posted by wonhontology

  • somehow, someway… the frog prince has become a new lowkey bias of mine,,,, totally on accident
  • no accidents here we stan like men
  • so this post is for this request!! i feel like all i ever do is college boyfriend aus but they’re like… so much fun
  • now, hyungwon… no one knows what he does in college

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anonymous asked:

I plan on majoring in political science, but my dad keeps telling me that I will not be able to find a job. Is this true?

Not at all.

Possible Careers:

  • Government Executives and Legislators
  • Government Lawyers
  • Judges
  • News Analysts, Reporters, and Correspondents
  • Political Scientists
  • Public Interest Advocates
  • Public Interest Lawyers
  • Anthropologists and Archaeologists
  • Economists
  • Social Sciences Professor (Sociology, Political Science, Economics, Anthropology, etc)
  • Sociologists
  • Urban and Regional Planners

Check out this link from the Bureau of Labor Statistics for more info on the job outlook.

Proud of You - Jonathan Drouin

Originally posted by werenskiz

“You ready for this?”

You nodded and fixed your cap in the mirror. “I’m ready. This has been 4 years in the making. Let’s do this.”

Your boyfriend smiled from where he stood in the doorway and took your hand when you got over. “You look so beautiful. I’m so fucking proud of you (Y/N).”

You grinned and kissed his cheek as you went down the hall. “Thanks honey.”

Your mom smiled and stood up. “You look so beautiful honey! My baby girl is graduating! I’m so proud!”

Your dad nodded and grinned. “We’re very proud. But we should go. We don’t want you to be late for your big day and all, do we?”

You shook your head and hurried out the door to the car with your family, getting into the car with your parents and boyfriend as your sister and grandparents who came for your big day got into her car to follow you. “Nope. I’ve been waiting forever for this and I am not having it or me be late. Let’s get going.”

You were finally graduating from (*insert university of your dreams*) and it was like a dream come true. You’d thought about going there since you were in junior high and you were finally graduating after 4 years of sleepless nights, coffee-shotgunning, procrastination, and the hell of undergrad to receive 2 bachelor’s degrees with a minor to go with them. It was all so perfect that it didn’t even feel real to you.

“I really am proud of you, baby.” you heard Jonathan say from the back. “I know how hard you’ve worked to get everything done and pass with awesome grades and stuff and… I really am proud of you.”

You smiled and reached back to hold his hand. “Thank you, babe. That really means a lot to me.”

He grinned which you could see from the rearview mirror and took your hand, kissing it quickly before letting you pull it back as your dad started to drive.

You met your boyfriend Jo in the summer before your sophomore year and he had been more than supportive of you and your ambitions. It was a bit hard to do long distance a lot of the time, but it was worth it and at least you both had summer. You supported him and he supported you, both of you trading words of reassurance and positivity after a rough game or a big test or project. He was your guy.

You stared out the window as your dad drove to the university campus, looking at your boyfriend and your mother in the side mirrors. It felt so weird not being the one driving. It still hadn’t fully hit that you were graduating yet and it would likely take a while before it actually fully sank in. Maybe it wouldn’t happen until you got up on stage, Maybe not even until you switch your tassel’s direction and throw your cap into the air. Who knows? It just definitely wasn’t now.

You saw the drop off point for the graduates coming up, your father pulling up and parking.

“Alright, sweetheart. We’ll see you in a bit. Don’t want you to be late.”

You nodded and grabbed your purse, kissing your dad’s cheek and leaning back to do the same for Jo and your mom, getting out of the car after. You quickly met up with friends who placed garlands around your neck of things like candy or flowers and colorful plastic beads in the school colors, decking you out like every other graduate there.

Everything else became a blur. The next thing you knew, you sat in a row of your fellow graduates, listening to a speech by some famous alumni finish up after speeches from some of the other professors and the president of the graduating class of that year. You smiled and clapped as the speech finished before the dean walked back up to the podium.

“Thank you so so very much. Now, ladies and gentlemen, it is my honor to now present each member of our graduating class as they come up and receive their diplomas. These will go alphabetically by category of degrees such as engineering, foreign language, the arts, life sciences, so on and so forth of the many majors we have at this school. Those getting 2 degrees shall receive their other degree with their first degree that we have them down for and will mention their achievement as they come up to receive their awards. And I am apologizing ahead of time if I butcher any names. Let us begin.”

You smiled and waited as name after name was read, cheering on your friends as their names were called and they walked across the stage. Then, after what felt like ages of waiting, it was your turn.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N) receiving 2 bachelor’s degrees and one minor.”

You grinned and heard cheering from your friends and your family’s section as you made your way up and across the stage, taking your diploma covers graciously with your left hand and shaking the the president of the school’s hand after, thanking him before making your way down and back to your seat, trying to keep your cool.

Finally, after nearly an hour if not over that of names, it was time.

“Now, ladies and gentlemen, seniors of *university*’s graduating class, please rise.” He said. “Now, when the grand marshal signals with the mace will the undergraduates please move their tassels from the right to the left side of their mortarboard cap. Seniors, are you ready?”

You grinned and cheered with your fellow classmates, watching  the grand marshal carefully as he signaled with the mace in his hands. You carefully raised your hand and moved the tassel from right to left.

“Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you the graduating class of 2017! May you all go on and do great things like the (school’s mascot. Ex: buckeyes, trojans, bruins, etc.) you are! Thank you for being a part of our history!”

You grinned and threw your cap into the air, catching it as it came down. The grin on your face was so wide that your cheeks began to hurt, but you didn’t care. You then proceeded out through the exit and out to the square in front to meet your family and Jo.


You turned and grinned, seeing your boyfriend there and ran over to his waiting arms. He hugged you tightly and kissed your temple. “I really am, baby girl. I’m so so proud of you.”

“Thank you, baby.” you smiled. “Thank you for supporting me.”

“No need to thank me. You did this. You. Not me. You.” he smiled. “Come on, Miss Graduate. Your family is waiting to see you. We’re heading to lunch after this and pictures around campus and stuff.”

You grinned and took his hand. “Good. Let’s hope the pics go fast. I’m sentimental, but I’m also starving and haven’t eaten in almost 7 hours.”

“I bet you are, babe. Come on, graduate girl.”

You smiled. “Graduate (Y/N) (Y/L/N)… Yeah, I’m never getting used to that.”


Posted just in time for grad season! I wish everyone graduating Uni and college the best of luck with both finals and getting ready for graduation. You guys deserve it. Good luck!

Poli Sighs - a mix of songs for those who are in love with the world, or who are so disillusioned with it but would still hold on because they find hope in the disarray. Basically a playlist of songs that I connect to as a kid trying to fix the world by studying politics. 

[listen here]

Tracks: Us Regina Spektor, So American Portugal. The Man, Leviathans Get Lonely The Weather Machine, We Sing in Time The Lonely Forest, Cruel to be Kind Nick Lowe, The Times They are a-Changin Bob Dylan, Unbelievers Vampire Weekend, Kill Your Heros AWOLNation

Who are you (Sherlolly Appreciation Week Day 1)

I am so excited to share all these stories with you, after such a long wait. I will post a new Sherlolly story every day this week. “First Meeting” is today’s theme. 
Summary: Sherlock Holmes was living a quiet life as a science major at his university until Molly Hooper appeared at his lab one day.


“Who are you?” Sherlock Holmes stood in the middle of his lab, where he’d just found a young woman sitting in his spot.

“Molly Hooper,” she introduced herself, “I just transferred here. Who are you?”

“Sherlock Holmes. Well, Molly, you are sitting in my spot. This is my lab.”

“It didn’t say it was occupied online.” Molly looked down.

“Everyone knows it’s my lab, so they don’t make a reservation.”

She shrugged. “It’s a fully equipped lab, Sherlock. We can work here together.”

Sherlock looked angry. “I am going to call my supervisor.”

“Go ahead.” Molly turned around and walked over to the microscope. Sherlock knew he’d lost this fight, so he went to another part of the lab, pouting. His supervisor stopped by later that morning, just before class started.

“Sherlock, I see you have met Molly Hooper! Isn’t she charming?” He asked, “Molly transferred here from Harvard, she’s their most promising medical student.”

Molly smiled. “Thank you sir, but you are giving me too much credit.”

“Your supervisor at Harvard told me so. They were really sorry to let you go. Go, take your spot. You will be Sherlock’s lab partner for now on.”

Sherlock looked like his day couldn’t get any worse. “She’s going to be my lab partner?”

“Yes, yes,” The professor turned around, “Today will be fun.”

Sherlock doubted it. Their fellow students couldn’t believe that Sherlock was actually working with another person, but ten minutes into the seminar, Molly and Sherlock had started fighting. Molly was used to how things were going at Harvard, and Sherlock didn’t appreciate that very much. 

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pnwbby  asked:

Best schools for pre law or poli sci? Thanks for all the tips love this blog!!


Second, here are the top ranked schools for political science according to USA Today:

Princeton University

Columbia University 

Georgetown University

Harvard University

Yale University

Washington University in St. Louis

George Washington University

Villanova University

New York University

University of Notre Dame

As far as pre law goes, check out this link. 

In a nutshell: the article stresses that unlike medicine, law does not have hardcore pre-set requirements so you should really just go to any school for pre law that you can get kickass grades in.That article is a real eye-opener and should help you a lot. It also provides some helpful major tips and advice. 

Hope this helps!


For soul-de-soleil: How I study
{{1st picture is Calculus II notes, 2nd/3rd picture are Physics I notes}}

1. How you write your notes
This is the most important part because you can use the highlighted parts to make notecards or just to browse through your notebook for quick studying or when you’re doing your homework and are looking for something specific (hello run on sentence).
Having effective notes will also save you time on studying (ITS ALL ABOUT EFFICIENCY!! We don’t want to waste our time!!)
My structure for my notes are the same for every class because I created a system that works for however your teacher lectures.
First, I took a dummy notebook to my class for the first lecture or two and took notes with just pen to see how all my teachers lecture (how the present their information).
Then I created a system of more taking. I write the information given in the order I receive it, I just organize it and highlight it accordingly.
BLUE = notes (what the teacher says)
ORANGE = examples (usually box entire example so it looks separate from notes bc it is)
PURPLE = vocabulary
GREEN = explanations/things I would normally miss so when I test I know exactly what I should and shouldn’t do. (explanations are usually boxed)
PINK = equations
ANY COLORED PEN = further explanation that will help me when looking back on notes to understand (when I dumb it down or put it into my own words)
STICKY NOTES = when there’s not room left & it’s vital info OR when I have a question

2. Revision (Studying)
I use the following methods because I’m a visual learner:
-Watch multiple youtube videos on subject to familiarize myself with concept so they’re like 2nd nature (I usually do this in bed chillin or in between netflix episodes)
-reading through my notebook
-mind maps for each chapter
-equation sheets (since I’m pretty much taking science and math courses & they’re also handy for homework)
-don’t be afraid to get a tutor (I have one for physics). Most universities give an hour or two of tutoring for free so check that out. It’ll save you time on studying.

3. Deeper Revision
I test/quiz myself. I look for online problem or do additional problems out of the book. This helps heaps.

On your problem about committing your life to school because you’re a science major…
As my semester has been passing by, I have actually been dedicating my entire life to school too. It’s just what us science/math majors have to do. BUT our majors are SOOOO worth it. You’ll get higher pay, and get a job that you love, and just have an easier life generally. As I talk to the adults and professionals in my field, they all generally say “It was such hard work, but it’s worth it. It pays off.” Everyone struggles, it’s how you handle it that makes you who you are.

SIDE NOTE: I start my lecture notes from the front of the notebook. And I start my homework from the back of the notebook. So all of my notes are together and all of my homework is together.